#support black authors

[mamasturn]

hi! i hope you’re having a great day :) i would love to send a req! can u do one of the reader being bothered by someone and austin getting really mad and protective? thank u so much <3

thanks for the ask <3333 hopefully you like it

philia

pairing: austin butler x black!fem!oc

content: austin and his wife hit the red carpet for the first time, but are met with scrutiny

warning: none

She was a quiet individual. Her thoughts, ideas, passions, and inspirations often cast away in the treasure box called her mind. Expressions of emotions jailed behind soft lips he often tried to pry open. She was a quiet individual, and that's what drew him toward her.

She was a lot like him in many ways. At times she found it difficult to speak when anxiety suffocated her like warm hair in a sauna. Eye contact made her nervous as she found it to be "too intimate" with anyone outside of her husband. There were good days and there would bad days, but the growth was commendable.

A bad day came sooner than she would have liked. Premiere day was one that she dreaded. At that point, she'd have to come out of the shadows and the world would have a face to match with the title "Austin Butler's wife." She was fine with no one knowing who she was, that meant no one could bother her. However, she could only go so long with being faceless and nameless.

She'd never been to Paris before and the trip came quicker than she expected. From dreaming of buying a purse in the YSL store (which she had the privilege to do), to riding in the slickest of limos seated next to her husband of just over a year.

He was a beautiful man, both inside and out. Gentle and calm, polite and honest, warm and attentive. Everything she desired in a partner, she found in him and she couldn't be more grateful for that.

He turned his head after catching her heavy gaze. Austin's left hand moved to rest on her inner thigh, the coolness of his wedding band against her warm skin causing her to jump. He massaged her flesh with his thumb.

"You look stunning, love." He leaned over to kiss her neck gently. "Absolutely stunning." She'd been dressed by Cartier for the evening in a floor length gown with a thigh slit going up the left leg. The dress was a deep blue-purple to match the small flower on his chest. Her shoes were silver as well as her jewelry. She typically wore her hair in a bun, however, it'd been pressed and framed her face beautifully.

"You alright, baby?"

The corners of her lips rose to produce the most convincing smile she could muster. She saw the twitch of his brow and the restraint on his face. He wanted to ask why she was lying about how she felt, she could tell. But, he didn't want to push her.

"Mhm. You let me know when you wanna tell me how you're really feeling."

The doors to the limo opened before she could fix her lips to respond. She inhaled deeply as she turned her rings around to calm her nerves. The cheers were heard from excited individuals when Austin came into view. They only got louder when she was fully out of the car.

"And here we have it, actor Austin Butler has arrive with who we are almost certain is his wife." Multiple reporters spoke into microphones and earpieces as they were ushered to the carpet. Her grip around his hand tightened, causing him to pause.

"You alright? We don't have to walk right now, if you don't want to..."

"No, no, it's okay. A little nervous," she admitted. "I'm okay." She gave a reassuring nod and squeeze of his hand before allowing him to lead the way to the carpet. She wondered if they could tell that she was ready to collapse from all that was going on.

The yells and hollers, flashing lights, jeers and boos. How did he deal with it? How did anyone deal with it? She felt his hand snake around her waist and rest on her bottom. "Almost done, baby, you're doing great."

She met his eyes with a nervous smile. "Mrs. Butler!" Her name being called captured her attention. "Tell us--how did you and your husband meet?"

"Coffee shop in Australia during filming," she managed to answer sweetly. "Mid to late 2019, I'll say." "What attracted you to him? His looks or his occupation?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "Was he an opportunity to put your name out there as an attorney?"

She was taken back. Taken back, angry, confused, and embarrassed. They tried to make her out to be a gold digger. Not a woman who worked damn hard in her profession to make it where she was. She needed no help from no man.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what you're trying to get at here," Austin interrupted boldly, anger bubbling within him. This was exactly what he feared--a lack of respect for his wife.

"The whole gold-digger assumption is outdated and ridiculous. A woman can be successful without the help of a man. I have nothing to do with her success, it was all her. I just support wherever she needs me to. I won't let you belittle my wife for the sake of a good story to take back to your boss. Talk about me all you want, I'll be damned if you come for her."

"Let's go, sweetheart."

They trailed further toward the end of the carpet. She stopped him though, resting her hand on his chest and bringing her blood-stained lips to his ear.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate you defending me."

Austin smiled and pulled her closer by her waist, letting his hand drop further. "I always got you...and I'll have you later when this dress is off." A soft giggle fell from her lips as she tipped her head back. She kissed his lips gently and she felt her nerves washing away.

"Looking forward to it, Mr. Butler."

#softlispoken #just a little something #black authors #austin butler x reader #austin butler #writers and poets #austin butler x black reader #support black authors

[nerdby]

Currently reading.

#reading #books and reading #currently reading #books books books #thriller novel #crime thriller #serial killers #horror and thrillers #bookworm #book nerd #bibliophile #lagos #black authors #black lives matter #support black creatives #support black authors #support bipoc #current read #am reading #my sister the serial killer

[homoashell]

Black history month

happy black history month!!

#black history #black history month #blm #blm movement #black lives matter #poc #Support black authors

[legionfulminante]

When the five heroes return home after their triumphant defeat of The Dictator, an era of peace enters Compositora, the capital of the magic world. The residents of the town are finally able to live their lives freely; to wear the clothes they like, eat the foods they want, and have the space to enjoy their freedoms. As the color begins to return to the area, everyone believes the worst times are behind them.

No one could have guessed how wrong they were.

With no warning, the small town is beset by a horde of mysterious creatures that appear every night; not quite human, but not entirely inhuman either, they can only be stopped with daylight, or if they're killed. Their only goal appears to be destruction of the town, liberated just months ago.

The Resistance fights valiantly, but even with the determination they have from finally tasting freedom and refusing to let it go, they quickly find their backs against the wall; and it seems that even the goddesses agree, for they once again call for the aid of ordinary teenagers on earth...

~ * ~

Happy Black History Month! My second novel, Re-Education and Reconnaissance, will be available in both paperback and ebook formats on March 11, 2023! If you’re interested in the plot, why not pick up a book by an independent Black author? 

You can also pick up my first book, Revolution, while you wait!

Still eager to get your hands on the book and can’t wait until March? Consider signing up to be an ARC reader!

Not sure if you’re down diggity just yet? Join the Discord server for the series to meet other people that have read/are reading the books and build community!

#book #book release #Black Authors #black history month #support black women #support black creatives #support black authors #arc reader #legionfulminante talks about Revolution #bookblr

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

Yep, it’s that time of year again.

All of my writers and artists of color, you are amazing and you are all beautiful people! >:)

#black history #black history month #support black creators #support black authors

[fubureaders]

I saw your requests post so... could you write a jatp fanfiction where Flynn and Julie have to solve Carrie's murder? Nick and Carrie fought very aggressively at a party and Julie, Flynn, and the phantoms (which are still ghosts but can transfer into human form if they want to) find her dead the next day. She can die however you like. It would be cool if ir ended with "turns out we have a murder to solve."

so because i only really do fanfics x black!fem!reader and in generally x poc or woc!reader, i'm not quite sure how to handle this one. i think i can spin it, and i'll get back to you, but if there's perhaps another writer on tumblr who sees this and wants to run with this idea, it sounds like a good one so have fun!

#julie and the fat ones #julie and the phantoms #netflix jatp #jatp imagines #save jatp #jatp fanfic #julie and the himbos #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #taking x reader requests #support black writers #support black creatives #support black authors

[paisholotus]

Could y'all PLEASE please follow my wattpad because I have more followers on here then on there. I would greatly appreciate it 🙏🏾 🥺🥺🥺

#black reader #black writers #black representation #poc reader #poc writer #support black authors

[anunfortunatekinlist]

marauders fans: we separated the art from the artist, this fandom is completely separate from the source material;

also them, will degrade any writer who doesn't write a coffee shop au, or university au, or jegulus in the only acceptable grumpyboyxsunshineboy trope, bullying artists for drawing sirius with body hair, bullying writers for not writing your exact headcanons, not allowing for people to grow their own opinions (aka. making ATYD the "intro-fic"), and not supporting artists and writers who are not the fandoms "it-person" for the week.

Bro at this point give it back to that ugly terf.

#i do not in anyway support support the author #the marauders fandom has become not a safe space for exploration and adaptation #we have to now all like the same tropes and have a conservative mindset when it comes to sex #ffs its a fandom #we should not be judged for ships or fics #this is not a joke #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus john lupin #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #regulus black #jegulus

[mauvecherie-writes]

Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.

The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???

This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.

But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.

I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.

Do better by your fave writers 🩷

#mauvecherie writes #support black writers #black readers #black reader #black authors #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x black reader #lh

[booksforblkwomen]

#banned books #authors #black authors #black female writers #toni morrison #booklr #blacktumblr #black owned #black owned brands #books #black books #black books matter #black women #washington dc #mlklibrary #public libraries #support libraries #support bookstores

[mamasturn]

forever yours.

pairing: ep (2022) x black!fem!oc (unnamed, no vivid descriptions)

content: he wants to know if he is hers and and if she is is.

warning: none.

note: literally thought i wasn't going to write. i'll always write lol. it's just going to be at a slower pace. anyway this was my older writing style and im trying to get back into it, so excuse if it's not all that great! please reblog and like <3

“Why should I accept your advances, Mr. Presley?”

He could’ve laughed at her question. A chortle of disbelief, a chuckle of shock, a howl of confusion. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as his mind turned like train-wheels, rapid and consistent. 

It would’ve embarrassed her, the answer he would’ve provided. He could already picture her eyebrows reaching her forehead and the deep frown lines that would etch into her skin. Her jaw would fall slack and her lips would form a perfectly shaped “O” as a gasp of horror crept from her throat. He’d look at her unbothered, just as unbothered as she took him to be at the moment. 

He only wished she’d shield her mind opinions from the outside influences that didn’t matter. No, they didn’t matter at all. The outside world had no clue what they’d gone through, what he wanted to go through with her. 

He slipped into a state of reminiscence. To the first time he took her as his own. The way she clung to him like a child, singing his praises as he loved her into oblivion. How she whimpered sweet nothings into his ear and encouraged him to keep making her feel good. How they exchanged I love you’s when their tango of love ended, and stared at each other like lovesick teenagers until sleep clouded their sight. 

He wanted more experiences with her. To take her to a beach where she’d run while and collect seashells while digging her feet into the sand. To move her into his home and make it theirs. To put not one, but two rings on her finger so they’d share a last name and a legacy. It all could’ve been possible, if she just said yes. If she pushed her ego to the side, if she trampled fear into submission to her authority and simply said yes to the possibility of something beautiful. He’d be the handyman of it all. She just had to be willing to receive. 

She awaited his answer. Her patience began to wear thinner than the pins that held her outfit together. “Are you gonna give me an answer?” 

He nodded slowly and took a step toward her. Her hand shot up and took rest against his chest. Her fingers clutched his black lace shirt and her nails were caught between the stitches, gazing his hot skin with every breath he took. 

“Because,” he began. He dropped his head and let his lips ghost over the shell of her ear. She shuddered. His free hand cupped her back to keep her upright against him. With each swipe of his lips against her ear, she broke down. Clenched fists, soft mewls, and fluttered eyelids. It was impossible to resist him—she knew it, yet kept trying it. “I am the only man whose put in the effort to even make advances toward you. But if you don’ want me, I won’ force you to have me.” 

“Baby…” she whispered lowly. One by one the walls of her fortress fell at his feet.

“So I’ll ask you again,” he started. His left hand caressed her body in ways only he knew she enjoyed. Down her back, across her bottom, and resting along her hip. “Are you gon’ be mine for real or am I gon’ have to step back?” Actions followed his words. He began to peel away from her however he didn’t make it more than an inch before he was thrust back against her. A smirk crept onto his full lips. 

She tilted her head to meet his lips. Their mouths danced together with uncoordinated choreography. Organised chaos, if one could describe it. She clutched onto his white jacket like she never wanted him to go, like she’d be terrified if he tried. Her lips parted and she spoke into his mouth, “I’ll always be yours.”

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[letterstosirsonic]

My dearest Sonic,

Oh, how I wish to speak with you, just one more time.

Though I acknowledge that these letters may never grace your sight again, I trust you would find comfort in this solace that grows within me as I pen the emotions weighing upon my heart.

This realm of ink and paper lets me safely release these feelings, allowing them to flutter and soar like wondrous butterflies.

It grants me that of closure, knowing that these words serve as a testament to the love and memories we once shared, tenderly preserved within these pages.

I am forever changed by the mark you left on my soul.

In this continued act of writing, I find myself ever more connected to the essence of your being, as though you were gently guiding my pen with the touch of a noble hand.

I cherish the memories we created, holding them close as if they threaten to slip away with the passage of time.

Slowly, I'm learning to draw strength from these memories we shared.

Despite the void you left seeming insurmountable, it is an endearing reminder that life can be as cruel as it is beautiful.

This loss is a shadow that clings to my every step, a constant reminder of the emptiness that haunts our once vibrant world, an ache that refuses to fade with time.

Still, even in the depths of my loss, your essence remains an ethereal beacon, guiding my path as I journey through this world without you.

Oh, Sonic, how I long for the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your embrace, and the unwavering courage that defined you.

In your absence, I find myself adrift in a restless sea of grief.

On these long nights, I whisper your name, praying that somehow, you can hear me across the realms that separate us.

I cling to the belief that love transcends time and space, and one day, our souls shall reunite in the embrace of eternity.

But for now, I'll allow the weight of losing you to envelop me for a while longer.

Forever missing you,

Lancelot.

#lansoni #satbk sir lancelot #satbk #authors note: #I hope this letter finds you all well #I'm forever grateful for the support you have given me all this time #I have admittedly poured my heart out into this letter for it may be the last you'll read for a long time #you may remember my break previously because of my health and unfortunately these issues have returned tenfold #things aren't looking as bright as I would have liked #though I am finding my peace with all this pain #it'll be alright my dears #take it easy #sonic and the black knight #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #satbk sonic #letterstosirsonic #letterstokingarthur

[bookishfeylin]

Are you going to be reading House of Flame and Shadow, if only to keep up with what’s happening in ACOTAR now that there's a crossover?

No I’m much more interested in reading this:

#ATP I’m not going to beg Sarah to handle diversity better I’m going to support authors who write diverse characters already #And Black fae and elves in adult fantasy written by a Black woman? Sign me UP #ask #anon #black authors #black books #black sff books

[chroniclesofnadia111]

Hopeful Nets: A collection of poems, essays, musings, and streams of consciousness. https://a.co/d/aJwWMTz

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[fubureaders]

update on stefan salvatore requested AU

just wanted to say i've been sick and am finishing up finals, but the imagine is currently at 1.4k words and should be done by today, so keep an eye on this space and i hope it's to your liking :) ok love you bye, drink some water and remember to wear your mask outside and indoors for the immunocompromised folks like myself. thank you darlings, much love <3

#fubu #fubu fandom #fubu readers #stefan salvatore x black reader #stefan salvatore x black!reader #stefan salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #support black authors #support black creatives #support black writers #black writers of tumblr #writers of tumblr #x reader

[kwiwrites]

It's monday for me! SO! Monday fic snippets chain!!! [im ahead of most of y'all time wise LOLLL]

“Uh- My name’s James. Potter- James Potter,” He sticks his hand out in a single, fluid movement. “Nice to meet you.”  The werewolf stares at him incredulously, like he just grew two heads. “I didn’t- what the fuck?” He crosses his arms over his chest and gives James a scathing look. “I asked you what you were doing in my fucking cave, I didn’t ask for you to introduce yourself.” He says, his tone laced with exasperation. “Well- you did kind of ask me who I was.” James shrugs, and then wiggles the fingers on the hand that’s still extended. “C’mon. Give me a handshake and introduce yourself.” 

No pressure tags!!!: @sithslords @kat-xox @veryinnovative @neaverse and anyone else who wnats to join <333

#jegulus #monday fic snippers #fanfiction #author support #marauders #james potter #regulus black